Well there's really nothing much I can say about this day. We went to the Summersonic Music Festival in the morning and left at midnight!
We started off by watching The Wombats at the Chiba Marine Stadium.
Then June stayed behind to watch Vampire Weekend, while Lianyi and I made our way to the Dance Stage to catch MGMT.
After the second acts, June caught up with us and we watched The Teenagers. The most memorable thing about that show was a group of three tall, good-looking white girls who were standing close to us and trying their darndest to catch anyone's attention, lifting their shirts and running their hands through their hair. I wanted to vomit but none of the Japanese revellers around us even seemed to notice.
After The Teenagers, we grabbed some lunch -- there were lots of stalls set up within the giant halls selling all kinds of food, from prata to ramen. What we had wasn't very good though, and overpriced to boot.
Then we caught Against Me, just cos they were playing in the same hall that Super Furry Animals would perform in afterwards, and we wanted to get a good spot in front. A bunch of white guys started a mosh put right in front of the stage but otherwise I wasn't so moved by Against Me and neither was June. Lianyi liked them though.
And next was the Super Furry Animals!!! They were godlike, what can I say.
After their show we made our way back to the Chiba Marine Stadium in time to catch Alicia Keys. But by the time we reached the stadium, it was already full with people. All 60,000 seats and most of the field! We somehow managed to find three seats but they were way, way up.
And apparently it's not within Japanese custom to stand up and dance when you're in the seats, so towards the end of Alicia Keys's performance, June and I went down to the field so that we could jump and dance for the next and final act - Coldplay!
And when that ended we streamed out of the stadium along with the other 100,000 concertgoers straggling home. You know what it's like when you're trying to get home from Kallang after a concert or National Day? Yeah, multiply that by a hundred.
That's how Lianyi, June and I got our Japanese sardine train experience that night. So crammed I couldn't even put both feet on the floor. So crammed my knee was jammed against someone's ass. So crammed that if I turned my head my nose would be up someone's armpit.
But well, it was an experience!
Once we reached Shinjuku after what felt like FOREVER, Lianyi and I got some takeaway burgers from an all-night fast food joint near our hotel, where a white guy stared at me as I leaned against the counter at a 90-degree angle from exhaustion. He probably thought I was drunk. My feet were burning so badly, they'd never hurt that much before. It felt like my feet were ruined. It felt like the only way to get rid of the pain was to chop of my current feet and get myself a new pair.
But oh, it was all worth it. Only for Tokyo.
